I am a Robot ( a poem of reconciliation)
I am a product of a very unique succession...quite a long progression.
Though made of metal...I'm humanistic in my thoughts, a confession.
One who was the maker of me, in science delves, all to sit on shelves,
It seems the affiliation is confirmed...was so created for this themselves.
I am a robot...I know my place, I'm shown, and for this I can surely tell,
Yet, just as human kind behaves, my buttons are pushed, all very well.
My computer's brain inside me does command, directs my every move,
As human as its gets, under my skin, and for those it does so behoove.
I am a successor, of a successor...grand intelligence of a lone professor,
Who spends days and nights, avoiding sounds and sights, an obsessor.
A test tube creation of a thousand hands.. as a foster child understands.
I walk and talk, I communicate just fine, on the market, in many brands.
My super brain provides each solution, plans of human woes, as pollution,
My numbers can be controlled, unlike people...a population resolution.
I am a future and the benefactor...designator of all codes, the refractor,
Visitor to the stars, the main actor...With the hand of God, plan transactor.
I am a robot who longs to be human...
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